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Gather round, children.

Right, so, three things. I always have trouble keeping a sleep schedule, so for various reasons I was asleep this afternoon. Totally out cold.

In the past two days or so, I've had a craving for my Grandma Tessie's pot roast, which is, clearly, a family recipe and pretty much my main most favorite comfort food. It's a straightforward sort of recipe, but the one thing that's key is getting the right cut of meat. Unfortunately, the grocery store that we live on top of didn't have it the other day when I popped down to check, and get all the other ingredients for the pot roast. I talked to the meat guy and he said that the lady who cuts those pieces would show up in the morning today, and that they normally have them, they were just out at the moment. So, no harm no foul.

Further information you should know is that I've been watching Coupling on netflix instant on and off for maybe the past week or so. Coupling, if you don't know, is kind of like a British Friends if you condensed it in every possible way. It's the Campbells Tomato Soup to Friend's Progresso Minestrone. It's sex and boyfriend obsessed mid-90s stereotypical sitcom shlockfest, and it's a guilty pleasure of mine. One of the characters, Sally, is completely reprehensible on nearly every level, and very, very concerned with NOT having a boyfriend, and just having sex with men. I watch Coupling pretty much for the opposites-attract dynamic of Sally and Patrick, two characters who are far more similar than they allow themselves to admit.

So, here I am, passed out stone cold snoring on my bed, dreaming muzzily that I *am* Sally, stressing out about definitely NOT wanting a boyfriend, goodness no, that would be absolutely ridiculous, etc etc, when Ian comes into my room. He's a dear sweet man who knows I still needed the meat for the pot roast, knows that I can cook it at night and we can eat it tomorrow because it's better the next day, and since going the grocery store is equivalent to going downstairs, he's going to go shopping for me.

He tried to wake me up, but I wasn't budging, so he comes in and gives me a poke, and, knowing Ian, probably a little shove. I remember exactly none of this, whatsoever. I didn't respond, so he just asks "Hey, Sarah. I'm going downstairs. What cut of meat did you want?"

To which I responded: "Boyfriend."

I didn't wake up through Ian laughing at me, I didn't remember this at ALL.


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Feb. 25th, 2010 03:17 am (UTC)

Arguably the best cut of meat there is(?).
Feb. 25th, 2010 03:48 am (UTC)
Not the sort of guys I traditionally end up with, no. *pout*

I should definitely slut myself up and get to a bar and pick up some mountain climbing snow boarding all organic Seattle man-meat. That seems like an amazing idea after 4 years of celibacy.

Feb. 25th, 2010 04:51 am (UTC)
That is a fantastic story. Points, to all involved!
Feb. 25th, 2010 07:03 am (UTC)
I'm glad to oblige. *tip of the cap*
Feb. 25th, 2010 05:05 am (UTC)
I'd like a cut of that meat too! XD Best sleep talking ever, bar none.
Feb. 25th, 2010 06:20 am (UTC)
Ian would probably point out that at some point in the past, I was asleep and Ian was trying to talk to me and I lifted up my butt and my butt talked to him. Or something. It changes every time he tells it? *shame*
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